Maing Her Pay

When I woke I was still tired. The sheet was twisted around my legs and Marie was hugging the other side of the bed. I disentangled myself from the constricting material and got up to start my morning routine.

Usually Marie would sleep until I was done shaving and showering. Then she would do her routine while I got into my suit and tie. While she dresses I then usually go to the kitchen and start the coffee, well until we got that one cup coffee maker, and get out our favorite cereals. Stacey actually gets herself up and joins us. By then Marie is dressed and we sit and eat a quiet breakfast before I head off to the edge of town where the manufacturing plant is located. It is usually a thirty minute drive for me. Marie leaves a little later as her school is only about ten minutes from our home. Stacey has her own car and only takes twenty minutes to get the high school.

This morning she interrupted my shave. “How are you feeling? You were very restless last night. I had to hug the edge of the bed as you were kicking out all night long.”

I just shrugged. There were vague fragments of dreams, maybe nightmares would be a better term, but nothing I could vocalize. “I don’t know, maybe work is getting to me a little.”

She obviously didn’t buy that answer but didn’t press the issue, just jumped into the shower and started to clean up. When she got out she hugged me from the back. “I just know I owe you a big one for last night and I intend to pay you off tonight, Big Boy.”

I gave her reflection in the mirror a grin and then turned and gave her a kiss before taking my own shower.

Work that day was so-so. Nothing new or exciting. Any brush fires were easily contained. At my normal time I was headed to the gym to get an hour workout. Today I went over to the seldom used area where there was a speed bag and a heavy bag. My gym wasn’t based on MMA so few of the clientele used that area but the owner really wanted to expand into that kind of workout so he had invested in some equipment. He showed me some workout routines and I soon wore my tired 43 year old muscles out as I started to use them in a different than normal way.

For some reason a little voice was telling me to get prepared. I didn’t try to examine my hunch but just went with the flow and started to see Mark’s attractive face in the heavy bag as I gave it a workout.

When my arms were dead I went to a treadmill and ran for twenty minutes before calling it a night and showering and heading home.

At home Marie was not present. I shrugged my shoulders. I had returned a little earlier than normal and decided she must have been at some kind of school function. About ten minutes later the garage opener cycled and soon she was coming in the door. Since she saw my car in the garage she knew I was there.

“Baby, you are home earlier than normal on your gym night. Is there something wrong or do you feel ill?” She gave me a full kiss and felt my forehead. “Do you have a fever or something?”

I shook my head. “No, I started a different workout routine and my arms are dead. I just had enough strength to get my shower and dress. I will be fine after getting a good night’s sleep.”

She threw together a healthy salad and we ate. There was little conversation. After dinner we retired to the den and watched a little TV. Isn’t it amazing that with hundreds of channels we stuck with a favorite few and tonight was reruns of home improvement shows.

I just let my mind drift while we watched one show for the fortieth or fiftieth time. I didn’t try think of anything at all. I wasn’t horny, just relaxed with my wife.

By bedtime I wasn’t expecting any sex. There had not been any indication by Marie that she wanted to have carnal relations with me. I disrobed down to my normal boxers and got into bed while she took a quick shower. Nothing new or different in our average night preparations.

Marie came out of the bathroom in a long tee shirt, her normal sleepwear. When she got into bed she turned off her light and we were plunged into darkness. I sought out her face in the gloom and gave her a goodnight kiss and prepared to move to my side, my normal sleep position.

Marie stopped me. “Hey, don’t you remember what I promised this morning?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, but since you didn’t say anything or indicate that you wanted any love from me this evening I figured that you forgot about it.” This wasn’t unusual as over the years we had made many promises of sexual pleasure that had not been kept by either of us.

She kissed me hard. “I promised. You gave me a fantastic orgasm last night and then never took your own pleasure. That is almost unheard of in our marriage. I want you to have an orgasm now.”

Now I should tell you this, no man ever says no to an orgasm from his wife. Nope, not ever. I couldn’t think of a reason to deny her giving me that petit mort.

She did kind of like I had the night before. She kissed me again and again, using her tongue at times. She lightly chewed on my neck just below the ear. I had shivers running up and down my spine as she seldom does that to me. She nipped and sucked my nipples, something she had never done before. I had to wonder from what source she had learned that trick. It felt good and I certainly didn’t want to ruin the moment by giving her the third degree but I kept that little question in the back of my mind as she continued.

She worked her way down my chest to my abdomen and gave my belly button a tonguing. It didn’t do anything for me but, what the hell, if it pleases her then it pleases me.

She was softly using her hand on my cock this entire time. Since I had not spurted out my load last night I was hard in very little time. She stroked up and down. Occasionally she would wipe her hand with her tongue for some lubrication and continue as she made love to my body.

She got down to my pubic hair and playfully pulled some with her mouth. She stopped and cupped my balls with her hand. “Have you ever thought about shaving down here? I wonder what it would be like to play with a naked bare cock.”

I so wanted to ask her where her thoughts were coming from but I kept my mouth shut. There is an old adage, don’t ask the question if you don’t really want to know the answer. Her answer might be a mood killer and I really wanted to find my release.

She bent and licked the head of my cock. She even started to talk to it, another new thing. “You are just the cutest little prick, aren’t you? You fit so well in my mouth.” She took the head into her mouth and bathed it with her sputum. Something else she had never done before. Usually when she sucked me she just took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and then just bobbed on it for a bit before pulling off and then usually climbing on and riding me.

Tonight she acted as though she was making love to my cock and only my cock. Also, when did she start to call my penis “little”? It was the only cock she had ever touched in her life, according to her from way back when we were dating. She used to think it was “big” and now it is a “cute little prick”. Also she never used the word “prick” before.

I started to wilt a little but she soon was sucking hard and got me back up again. I tried to put her comments out of my mind and concentrated on enjoying her technique. She slurped up and down. She held my cock and licked it from crown to base and then sucked it again. My six inches used to make her gag a little when either of us got a little out of control but she seemed to be handling my length without any trouble tonight. I just put that bit of knowledge back with the other questions and went with the flow.

Now, you might think I was just being an asshole and only getting my own pleasure. Au contraire, mon amie. While Marie was busy sucking my cock I was caressing her back as she was perpendicular to me. I could reach her delectable little ass and I caressed it also.

I wanted her to get some pleasure out of this. When she was ready I was hoping she would shed the tee shirt and then climb on my cock and give me a ride. I would be able to play with her heavy breasts as she shook and strained over me. I love when she loses control that way. Her orgasms seem to just drain her when she cums that way.

She actually pulled off my cock for a minute. “Don’t distract me. This is about you tonight. Another night I will let you play with me again.”

Another little thought to file away for future investigation. She had never told me to not play with her body unless she was absolutely not interested in sex. That had always meant all sex, not just pleasure for her.

She bent back to her task and I was soon throbbing. Now, as a different approach to my orgasm, if she didn’t jump on board and ride my cock she would normally finish me with a handjob. She had never before allowed me to spurt into her mouth. I couldn’t even “accidently” lose control and paint her tonsils. She had told me early in our relationship that semen didn’t smell good and certainly wouldn’t taste good so get that nasty thought out of my brain.

She and I had watched a couple of “Ruined Orgasm” videos on the internet and had tried that form of sex. If you have never heard of it, the woman strokes the man until he is writhing around in need to fire but the woman will stop and let him throb and jerk before starting over again. When the guy finally shoots the woman laughs at him. I don’t know why it is called “Ruined Orgasm” but the guy cums and it has to be extremely intense.

We had done this a few times and the headache from how hard I shot off when I finally just couldn’t stand it anymore was hard to live with. I don’t do headaches well but allowed that extreme pleasure can give a headache and it does go away fairly quickly.

I really thought Marie was going to do this to me tonight. I figured she would suck until my cock started to swell and then give me a handjob to finish me off. How wrong could I be when I tried to warn her of my impending orgasm she held on and rode my jerky pelvic movements as I got closer and closer to losing my mind. I was sweating bullets and clenching the sheets to keep from grabbing her pretty head and skull fucking her. Finally I gave out a little scream and grabbed my head as my cock spurted into her mouth.

She kept me deep as she swallowed and swallowed. I know we always say we cum buckets of sperm but I literally felt she was trying to suck my toes and my head out through my cock as I gave her everything I could.

Finally I had to grab her and pull her off. She was using her tongue on my sensitive glans and I couldn’t take the extreme pleasure. “Oh shit, where did that come from? Oh my God, that was fantastic. I don’t have a drop of sperm left in me. You got it all.”

She just gave me a huge grin and then kissed me. I tasted my own sperm but didn’t pull away. This was a momentous occasion and I couldn’t spoil it right now.

She gave out a little giggle. “Suzie said you would feel like you might die a little death if I sucked you to completion. I guess she was right.”

I let the comment pass. It did dampen my spirit some. I held my lovely wife and drifted off to sleep and thankfully didn’t have any wild dreams. I was fully sated.

Our lives resumed their normal for the next few weeks. I still went out and ran a couple of nights and did the workout at the gym. I was fully involved with the more martial arts workout now though. I used muscles differently and I was working to increase my speed of my punch and also my stamina.

Our sex life went back to our normal routine also. We made love multiple times a week. I went back to using oral sex to get Marie stimulated and then finished off each session with good old cock into pussy action. Marie didn’t give me any more blowjobs.

There were some conversations that kept my antenna up looking for problems. I remember one night when Marie was reading a copy of

Cosmopolitan

and there was some kind of sex survey in it. She asked me to do the survey with her and we would compare answers.

A couple of the questions dealt with swinging and multiple sex partners. One asked if I had ever fantasized about swinging or watching my partner have sex with another person. I decided to honestly answer yes as I had fantasized about that. Marie seemed extremely pleased until I told her that it was a fantasy only and not something I was remotely willing to make real life.

This got us into a conversation about swinging. I wondered why she was so excited by my fantasy.

Her answer was a little vague, mine wasn’t. “I just find it interesting that you have this fantasy but never spoke about it. Why not?”

“Marie, there are some things that shouldn’t be brought up in the light of day, so to speak. I might find the fantasy of having sex with multiple partners exciting but I feel that I am mature enough to understand that there is a great difference from fantasy and reality. For instance, say I talk you into swinging one night and at that swing party you find a new lover that excites you like I never could and his cock hits spots that I cannot compete with. While on the short term this might not make much difference in our lives I believe that having that experience with a better partner will ultimately lead to dissatisfaction with me and our life together. I will feel inadequate as a lover and husband. We could end up divorced over it.”

She shook her head in denial. “Look at it the opposite way. Say we swing with someone new, he is a pig and you are disgusted with him and don’t want a repeat but I am enamored with my new partner. She has amazingly responsive nipples and wants them to be played with, tortured even and comes constantly. Her pussy is to die for. It almost milks me and makes me feel like king of the world. You say no to any new experiences with this couple but I want to get together with this goddess again and again. You will ultimately get disgusted with me and it will spill over into our regular lives. We will start to nit-pick each other and find nothing to keep us together and we will end up apart.”

She still shook her head. “Let’s just agree that fantasies need to remain fantasies as the real life ramifications are hard to predict, unlike the stories we weave in our minds where we can dictate the outcomes.”

She tried another tact. “In porn movies they don’t seem to have any trouble getting along with each other after the hot sex, in fact it seems to be liberating.”

I gave her a rueful smile. “Sure but just like Hollywood it is all an illusion. Someone writes the script and the actors, bad as they may be, just follow the direction of the director and it always ends like he or she wants it to. Even the bondage and torture videos end like the director wants.”

I gave her my most serious look. “Let’s be very honest here. I don’t know about anyone else but I am wired a certain way. I am proud of how good you look. I am pleased to have you on my arm when we go out. I don’t mind the looks you get from other men and, occasionally, the rare woman. But, and this is a big BUT, I don’t like when some shithead decides that he can flirt with you and suggest that you go away with him for an evening, a night, a weekend, a vacation, or even just a slow dance. I will go caveman, and have in the past, to assure you and any potential interloper that I am your man and you are my woman. I don’t want to flirt with any woman and I certainly will not EVER try to have sex with another woman. I may fuck her in my mind but I know that any attempt to make that fuck a reality will end up costing me my own self-respect, your respect and love, your trust in me and your faith in my devotion to you. It is too high a price for a little pleasure.”

She finally understood my position. When I asked her how she felt about swinging she chewed her lip, started to answer but then wisely decided to give me a poor answer. “I understand where you are coming from, Troy, and I see where you might have great reservations about the long term ramifications of such a lifestyle. I guess I was just curious to see how honest you would answer the question.”

Notice how she didn’t answer about whether she would like to have a new partner? Like I said, a non answer to the question. Another bit of information to file with the other bits. There was a disquieting pattern appearing in the back of my mind.

She read out a question about whether I would like to see two of the opposite sex engage in carnal knowledge of each other. “Again, that is a fantasy of most men that I know, at least since the advent of the deluge of porn you can see on the internet. But like any other fantasy, the ramifications of the act, especially if you were one of the women making love with another woman, may again lead to a lack of respect by me, a loss of trust and faith and ultimately may be the doom of the two of us together.”

I turned it back on her. “Now, I want a real answer, not how you think I believe. Do you want to watch two men fuck and suck each other?”

Again she chewed her lip as she formulated her politically correct answer. She hemmed and hawed a little before finally speaking. “In the abstract I find the idea of two men, especially muscular and powerful men like you, sweating and straining in hard nasty all out sex to be a real turn-on. I am not in favor of effeminate men unless one is submitting to an alpha male and is enjoying being the bottom. I get all squishy thinking about a man having an orgasm by taking a cock into his ass.”

“I suppose you want me to be the one taking the cock.”

She started to reply but looked at my face and quickly tried to deny that statement. “No, usually I just watch a video or dream of two faceless men having at it.”

I filed her almost honest response away for further examination. Another piece of the puzzle. We went on with the survey. After that I made her answer first. She admitted that she was occasionally attracted to another female but stated that she had never pursued that attraction. When I asked specifically about Suzie she blushed and ducked her head before saying, “No, I am not attracted to her. Why do you ask?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I wondered after you made such an issue of my not being attracted to her. I have been wondering if you were wanting to get her and I into the sack together and, after that question, with you also.”

Marie blushed again as she denied any such thought. She lies I thought but didn’t say anything.

She turned the question to me. It was about whether the subject was ever attracted to someone of their own sex, if you hadn’t figured that out by now. I didn’t hesitate. “You know I played sports in high school. We had to shower together after every practice and game. I saw everyone naked at some time or another. Not once did I ever feel a sexual attraction to one of my teammates, and they were each and every one in good physical shape and I was experiencing those teenaged hormone changes so, no, I am not attracted to a guy, any guy.”

She seemed very disappointed in my answer for some reason. More information to file and examine later.

She tried a different question, one I am sure was not on the survey. “What if you were in a situation, say an orgy, and a man showed a huge interest in you and offered to give you a hummer but you did not have to return the favor? Would you let a man touch you?”

“The quick answer is I am never going to be involved in an orgy so the question is moot. As for the real answer you are looking for that is a no. I would try to be tactful as hell and let the poor misguided man down as easily as possible but I have no interest in even passive guy sex of any kind.”

We went on to other questions. When Marie asked if I ever wanted to have anal sex? I answered yes but that she had said early on in our relationship that anal was a no go at any time. She had even told me at that time that she didn’t even want me patting her rear or stroking it at any time. Over the years she has allowed me to stroke her nether cheeks and occasionally use a little tongue but still refused any other form of sexual contact with her ass.